Dorothy: Hi, Ma.
Sophia: What the hell are you doing home?
Dorothy: Ma, let's not get all mushy.
Sophia: You chickened out, didn't you?
Dorothy: No, we went, or at least we started to. Halfway there we ran into a tropical storm so we had to turn around and come back.
Blanche: And the plane was entirely full of bald men.
Rose: They were all former Mr. Cleans on their way to a reunion in the Bahamas.